Kill the Cameraman I was there when the earth cracked her smile. I was there when she spit on us for so long we thought we'd never dry. I saw her cruel eyes all over the nation. I saw anger, I saw teeth like I never had before. Nature was an abusive mother, and we were her crying child. We had to wipe our eyes, but the water never stopped, flowing in and out, from within and without, making itself a part of all of us.Kill the Cameraman by ~KiraKiraStudio
By the time we'd found the tissues, the damage was done. Our bones had been broken and cast like dice, thrown to the far edge of the table with hope for luck that could never come
The Parable of the Writer Three writers came to the table, manuscripts in hand.The Parable of the Writer by ~Birdkiller
One writer said,
"I wrote this piece to be edited. There is plenty to be cut and moved around."
Another writer said,
"I wrote this piece to be published. Between these pages you'll find everything people want to see."
The last writer said,
"I wrote this to be read."
Then he set his manuscript down, and walked away.
Nervous 
| DERP |
they do pixel art like yours except with needlework or whatever its called lol.
Sta.sh
